Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.